Author's Note: So... Thanks for a Guest on reviewing the first chapter. I kinda want to encourage you guys to review because it makes me happy on bad days knowing people actually like this :D Also! I did ACTUAL research about this time period and the Ford Model T was very common for cars at that time so yee. AND! We get to see how Sans reacts now! Anyone else liking the idea that the cops are corrupt and hate Sans? No? Just me? Alright fine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale, that was created by the amazing Toby Fox. Everything else is my own creation, this includes any OCs and the plot.


Date: Saturday, December 14th, 1920

Time: Near evening

Location: Dreemurr Residence

It didn't take long for Sans to located himself on the Dreemurr Estate's front lawn. The area was empty except for Asgore's Ford Model T parked to the side but even the car looked like it hasn't been used lately. The lights in the window were on, meaning someone was inside, and the sun was setting already. Sans took a deep breath, sucking in his nerves, and preparing for the worst; be it two child bodies or Tori's wrath.

He walked to the front door, pushing past the lawn's gate, and completely ignoring the beautifully preserved gardens. He kept his head low, pushing his hat down to cover his face, just in case there were officers lingering nearby.

The doorbell rung and a tall goat monster stood in the open doorway. She had a beige winter hat with a feather plume on it, like a pirate, and wore a fuzzy coat over her purple dress. She didn't seem to be wearing pants but if she was, they weren't visible. Her black shoes contrasted to her purple dress. Sans had to look up to meet her dark red eyes.

"Sans." was what she said. She didn't put any emotion behind it, no anger, sadness, or calm tone.

"tori." responded Sans back in the same manner. He took off his fedora- like any gentlemen would in front of a lady- and held it at his side. A quick little bow was made and Toriel moved out of the way, letting Sans come in.

The first room was beautifully decorated. Old paintings were hung up on the walls, a couple of globes here and there, some monster relics on a nearby table, and the different doorways that led to the dining room, kitchen, living room, and a staircase off to the side of the greeting room. The spiral staircase was from smoothed-out wood and there was a patterned carpet in the middle of the floor.

"You didn't come yesterday." stated Tori. It sent Sans into a guilt trip but he didn't show it.

"i was busy." Sans answered. He hung his coat on a rack, exposing his white, button-down shirt and tie, along with putting his hat on there too. He was still tired but when it comes to business, he's got to ignore it.

The two monsters stood in silence for several moments until Toriel let loose the tears she was trying to hold back. She collapsed to the floor from the grief.

"Oh Sans, it was terrible. The police… They wouldn't stop asking me things… They kept making me repeat the story and… and…" sobbed Toriel. Sans didn't exactly turn to look at her or even comfort her for that matter, but he let her at peace before asking.

"and what, tori?" he asked. Toriel had calmed now by this point. She was calm enough to speak clearly and to speak normally.

"They wanted to press charges against the humans for it." The goat monster looked gloomy, "Even my husband agrees with it." He held herself but the tears were still coming down like a waterfall.

Sans sighed, "i'll see what i can do, tori. just… just hang in there, okay?" Toriel looked at her old friend and took a moment to nod.

"right, uh, tori?" asked Sans.

"Yes?" Her voice was still shaky but more stable now.

"do ya think you can lead me to the area?"

Toriel nodded almost immediately. She led Sans to the study room, having to unlock the door with a key because she couldn't bear to leave it open after the police left. She couldn't bear to have to pass by this room with the door open like every other door in the house.

Sans entered, taking a cautious step as if he didn't want to step on anything… strange. Toriel stood by the doorway, not wanting to look inside for long.

The room was dark, the lamps were dimmed, and Sans could make out the shape of a small, pointy object; he figured it was the murder weapon. He pulled out his flashlight from his belt and shone the light upon the room.

It was horrible.

Without the lights, not much could be seen, aside from a couple of objects that would cast shadows against the light of the hallway. With the lights however, the scene changed instantly.

Off to the desk, a knife was left behind but it was stained red and covered in dust, as if it was not touched in years. Sans knew what the dust meant; every monster knows what it means.

The bookcases were practically untouched, aside from a little dust and blood here and there. Books were sitting on the book, looking as if they had been dropped, and papers were here and there too. The walls were scorched and damaged; the Dreemurrs must've put up some sort of fight.

The worst though.

The worst of the whole picture.

The worst was the pile of dust on top of a human body.

A human child's body. It made Sans almost shiver and he's seen some bad scenes in his time.

The child had their eyes closed, almost like the murderer had cared enough to do that, but most of their chest and face was covered in dust; surely from the monster child of the family. The child was wearing a green coat with a yellow shirt. The shirt wasn't an ugly yellow; it more rocked the look of pure gold, almost shining. Their long, brown pants complimented the brown shoes they were wearing. All of this was covered in dust and blood, with several stab wounds.

Sans shone his light more to the right to reveal a pile of clothes that were set aside from the human's body.

On the top, it seemed to be a similarly colored sweater like the human's coat and shirt. There more clothing articles under it, neatly folded and piled one on top of the other.

It disgusted Sans.

Never the less, he still approached the pile and picked up the first layer. No dust was on it; it all seemed to be covering the human. Doing the best he could to unfold it with one hand, he opened it to reveal that his first guess was correct.

The layer under was next. The short skeleton put the sweater down on the desk and moved on to the next layer. It was a black coat, longer than the sweater-shirt, and it would've probably reached the monster child's shoe soles from how long it was. No dust on it either.

Sans did the same he did with the sweater and put the coat aside. The next layer were the child's pants, and they were pure black. It was hard to see them properly but still no dust on them either. Strange…

The skeleton couldn't see any shoes but when he pointed his light more to the side, the shoes were there, neatly placed beside where the pile of clothes were.

This wasn't any normal murderer. It was a psychopath.


A/N: Not much to say really but I will tell you that I have modified Chara's and Asriel's outfits to fit the time period, mostly having Chara being a rebellious girl (ya know, against wearing skirts and dresses like every other women had to at the time?) And again I encourage reviews!

Check out my other Undertale story, Undercross. It's on my LOOOOOOONG profile of copy-and-pastes but just scroll all the way down xD It's good, I promise. It's less about feels and more about action so for those seeking lots of fighting, that's the story to go to (hopefully, if you like it I mean xD)

Should these chapters be longer? I'm kinda separating chapters by dates in the story so... Yeah, should they be longer? Let me know guys!